How to Navigate an Apocalypse
by Lisa Martinovic
Today I saw a mother and daughter holding hands
skipping gaily down the street
I felt the ceaseless tide of history
generations of mothers and children skipping
I watched them skipping along
in a world that’s hurtling to annihilation
all fire no ice
a world we wouldn’t wish on anyone
yet it’s what we’ve bequeathed our children
And they skip anyway
For what else is there to do?
Bow to a fate that seems inevitable?
No, let us skip in the face of all we fear
Let us skip bravely
our hearts bright
that we may be fully alive
that we may become the light in the dark
for that is how we’ll find our way